Thanks all.
Now that I have some more distance and am not as upset as I was yesterday, I’m going to try to clarify a few things about the original question I posted and the scenario that led to it. I also feel the need to add some wider context so I apologise in advance as I will probably ramble a bit.
I had already said to him earlier in the day, I would really like to go out and find a little town, walk around and maybe have a cup of tea at a pub (the ‘like a Sunday roast, but not’ that I mentioned yesterday would have made sense to him, he knew what I meant. We have been out once this year to a pub for a Sunday roast and I was relating it to that. I knew he wouldn’t want a meal at the pub that day because it was too hot). At that point I would have expected him to tell me if he didn’t want to do that, in which case we would have discussed it and made alternative plans. 9 out of 10 times that is what happens. We’re actually very good at negotiating minor disagreements and differences in option. But on the day he didn’t say anything, we agreed to go for a drive and decide specifics on the way (which is usually how we do it - we’ll decide on a general plan first but don’t know exactly where we’ll go until we are driving). He then let me happily get dressed in an outfit that was clearly not suited for one of our usual days out, and we had the conversation about my shoes which again indicated that he was alright with my idea, and I admit I did do my thing of starting to envisage our day and making a happy picture of it in my head. Which is why I reacted badly later.
It’s not as if I’m trying to drag him around market towns and plant nurseries and going for tea and scones weekly, either, btw. I’m not a character in a novel. I’m actually much more cosmopolitan than that - if things had worked out differently my happy place would be back at home in Copenhagen, living quite a different life to the one I live here. I like museums, galleries, theatres, travel, city breaks, etc. None of which we can do together. Well we did go to London once which I really enjoyed. I might have to get used to going on my own, but the tube is quite scary to me - I’m really not good with directions, I get turned around very easily and find it really hard to make sense of how it works.
But on this day, I really wanted to wear a nice summer dress probably for the last time this year, and go out to somewhere other than a wood or walk or any number of the other things we usually do because they’re better suited to him. And I don’t mind doing those, I enjoy them too. I’m happy to spend time in nature and away from people, it’s just that naturally I like to be busy, to have lots to see and do and also try new and different things. But I’m not just suffering through it and meekly going along with whatever he prefers, I genuinely am quite happy doing those things, although I probably have gone overboard a bit in neglecting my own needs and wants. And I know I overcompensate in trying to make sure he’s happy because I get very stressed when he’s stressed.
That sets the scene a little.
So in the car we then start to discuss specifics and this is where the scenario took place.
When he said ‘once you’ve seen one town, you’ve seen them all’ what I heard was ‘I don’t want to do that, I might do it but you will have to listen to my usual commentary in this same vein’ - I think lots of people on this thread know what I mean. It’s impossible to enjoy something when you have somebody doing that all the way through. So I got upset. And momentarily tearful. It wasn’t crying, I didn’t make a big deal, but I was very disappointed and it definitely showed. I’m not going to apologise for that, and I still don’t think I was unreasonable to be upset, nor to express that emotion.
He got irritated when I said I didn’t want to do it anymore which is what started the actual argument. I get angry when he gets angry with me, and it escalates from there. What prompted me to ask the question was the fact that he vehemently maintains that comments of that sort are not negative and I’m totally abnormal to read them that way, that if he’s doing something with me then I should take that as evidence that he’s happy to do it, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing it. He gets cross with me for finding it tiresome and negative and for taking the position that if he’s doing that then he’s not enjoying it and I’d rather do something else than have to suffer through a joyless outing that’s ruined by constant nitpicking. He swears up and down that he’s just making conversation, that he’s not going to self-censor (he has reason to be adamant on this so I do understand where he’s coming from), why should he go around pretending that everything is perfect. Whereas I am very much of the mindset that I don’t really mind if everything’s not perfect, and I’m not trying to pretend it is, either. But I do want to actually enjoy things, to be able to sit and relax and take in the good bits, and I cannot do that when he is there doing what I perceive as moaning and whingeing.
There is form for it in his family, mind, so I know where he gets it from and it obviously seems perfectly normal to him. It’s a bit like going out to dinner with someone who doesn’t want a starter, balks at the price of olives and bread when you can buy ten times that amount at Aldi for the same money, just wants water, orders a fish main, then complains about the size of the fillet for that price, turns down pudding and afterwards whinges about still being hungry and why did we even bother (there are no money issues btw). I just think to myself, why are you even here?? You know how restaurants work, obviously it’s going to more expensive than cooking yourself at home. You don’t go out to eat to save money, you go out to enjoy yourself and see people and to maybe try something new and different.
Anyway I digress.
I was very upset yesterday because for the first time I thought I’m not sure I actually want to do this for the rest of my life. If we’re speaking such completely different languages then really, honestly what hope is there long term. Then on top of that was questioning whether or not it actually is me and perhaps everyone does see it his way. I’m glad that at least that’s not the case. The OTT reaction of ‘I don’t want to inflict myself on him’ comes from the idea that I have to be different. I can’t be different, just like he can’t. I don’t think I should have to maintain a constant emotionless existence just so he can feel more comfortable, firstly, but also I don’t believe that people can change on such a fundamental level. You can moderate yourself a little but you can’t be different. So the idea of learning to moderate behaviour and one’s reactions to a situation is much easier to relate to and that has been really helpful.
I also genuinely hadn’t really considered that whether or not I mean to be difficult I probably am simply by virtue of being so different in character to him. And people’s reaction to my genuinely panicky feelings were insightful too. It obviously doesn’t feel like dramatics to me, but I can see how it would look to other people. So that made me sad too.
The ASD thing, well it’s neither here nor there, really. I’m not sure a diagnosis would make any practical difference but I am definitely going to look into putting some strategies into place. I’m sure that will help me to feel less chaotic and overwhelmed which would really be nice.
I’m quite sure it’s not BPD. I don’t display any characteristics other than the inability to regulate my emotions.
I wonder if some of it is due to PTSD which may have been triggered by the period of severe stress I suffered. Or perhaps it was the other way around and PTSD contributed to that horrific stress. As I said, I have cause for that so it may well be the case.
Lastly I want to explain a little about why I’m taking the line here that I was being unreasonable. That’s because I know I am to blame for the escalation. I don’t think I was unreasonable in the beginning and not necessarily mid way but at the end of the argument it was definitely me who was more out of order, and the pattern is always the same. I react with a level of anger that is disproportionate. I know what the cause of that is. It’s a valid reaction to the underlying cause, but it’s not a valid reaction here, with someone I love and respect, who is by and large a good, decent person and whose actions don’t actually warrant such a vehement reaction.
I get emotional. He gets annoyed which gets my back up straightaway. He often calls it ‘flying off the handle’ which it patently is not. He’s obviously not comfortable with it, probably because it’s always completely unexpected to him. He’s always genuinely baffled and can’t understand what I’m upset about, which makes sense now that I realise he’s not actually saying what I think he’s saying (or doesn’t perceive it that way).
I absolutely will not be told what I can and cannot feel. I absolutely won’t be dictated to about who I am and who I should be. I am extremely defensive of a) my feelings being dismissed, b) not being heard, c) my voice being silenced and d) being powerless. So I am overly combative which again, is valid in terms of the root cause, but is a disproportionate reaction in scenarios like this.
I also go from mildly irritated to extremely angry very quickly if someone becomes angry with me first. As far as I’m concerned, when I’m in that space I have no choice but to fight, there is nothing else. Again, my feeling is overwhelming, my whole existence is threatened and I’m fighting for survival. I absolutely will not back down, I absolutely will not make any concessions and I will always come back ten times stronger. Why shouldn’t I fight my corner if I’m put in that position.
That may sound ridiculous but it’s absolutely how intense it feels and it’s very very hard for me to cope with. Again, it’s a valid response to the root cause, but it’s disproportionate in this situation. And when I have had time to calm down I know that I have reacted in a manner that is absolutely not warranted. I’m always apologetic, I’m always accepting of the fact that it was too much, too strong, too combative. Then I feel silly and stupid and resolve to do things differently next time.
I’ve made it sound like we argue a lot. We don’t. But it has definitely become more frequent. I don’t like it and it makes me sad. I feel more panicky in general too and it is getting harder to go about my daily life without getting stressed.